During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.

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DON'T LOOK BACK.


The pup didn't like having his dark orbs resting on her like this. It made her want to squirm. Each time she would glance at him only to pull her gaze away just as quickly.

She was-- in vain-- fighting the urge to whimper from pain. She was doing her best to choke them off when he spoke. She flinched at the hard, scratchy tone of his lyrics. Perhaps it had been merely to himself but still she felt the need to reply. Y-yes, sir. Six months to be exact. Her voice came small and timid and tapered off at the end. The lass could see that he was drifting away into his thoughts.

When he came back from the abyss of his memory, she could see it. Her senses were on high alert and she saw his nostrils flare as he took in the smell of blood that surrounded her. Then their eyes met and she held her breath. At first she was positive he was going to kill her but then he shifted from paw to paw. For some reason, this eased her a bit and she began to breathe again.

The male parted his lips and the pup shrank back again. His harsh voice made her freeze with her maw open, unable to find words for a moment. The alabaster brute took this time to speak again, his voice an attempt at soothing and soft. She tried to flinch less this time. He was trying. In another moment her lyrics came haltingly from her maw. M-my name is... Soranna... I, umm, don't really know... what I'm doing here... She paused, squeezing her green pools shut and taking in a deep breath as a new wave of pain hit her. Slowly she let her lids slide away and looked back at him, ready to answer his question. I'm far from all right.

The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell
table (c) CRS '13


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